Impatience.
Yesterday had started quite early for me. I had to escort my sister to the park where she would board a bus going to the state her school is located. At least the ongoing nationwide strike doesn't affect them and for a moment I wished that was me going back to school too. Family members would always tease about how she'll probably graduate school with me even though she only started last year.
Meanwhile, I have been in the university since 2018. And the future is bleak if I am being honest. There have been several news about the ongoing strike action of university lecturers, so one can't be sure which is genuine and which isn't.
Truth is that I usually find it difficult whenever the academic staff union is on strike as one is uncertain about when it will end. The problem is that it leaves one stuck in a limbo. Or do I speak for myself and say me. Since I can't do anything meaningful because I am not sure when the strike will end. This impatience is what my article borders around today.
I had experienced a situation recently when I stepped out wherein there was an unusual traffic at a particular part on the road. There was no reason I could think of that could have caused the traffic. Perhaps an accident had occurred and that was the reason for the hold-up. Well, it turned out that wasn't the case, thankfully.
From what I saw, it had been impatience from one, two or three drivers that was responsible for the traffic. I thought about how easily the flow of vehicles was disrupted by the impatience of others and how much our personal decisions can affect the lives of others in ways we never thought they would.
Patience they say is a virtue, and a lot of people nowadays lack the virtue, no one is interested in working hard and waiting patiently for things to take their natural course. Everyone wants to 'facilitate' the process as quickly as possible, so they can get the desired results they want as soon as they can, after all, time waits for no man.
I remember as a child my when my mom is preparing my favourite food, I'd always be there, impatient, hovering in an out of the kitchen, restless and anxious to eat the food she's preparing. She'll tell me that as I have scented all aroma of the food, when it is finally ready, I will be full and have little or no appetiteππ. Just keep of course but there is some truth to it.
I remember my aunt watching a video sometime last week on her phone and I could hear the audio. It was about two Nigerian women on who were in another African country (not sure which). They are prostituting, and it could here the other woman who was in Nigeria advising them to stop what they are doing and come back to their home country to settle down with a decent man and do something decent too to provide for themselves. According to her, she's familiar with a lot of women who had prostituted before and when they finally marry or settle down, they start having uncontrollable urination π . I read about it years ago, so I can't really remember. But I think it has something to do with the muscles down there.
Anyway, her point was that men who didn't value them for the women they were had gotten 'the best' of them for nothing at all. For the same money they will end up spending on pampers πππ. Couldn't help but laugh at that point.
A lot of these women had gone into those activities because of impatience and the urgency to make money in their youthful age. I think this impatience stems from the belief most people have about when the right time to make money is: in your youth. I could easily categorise it as your first 20 years is one to learn the basics about survival in general. The second 20 years is to make money, while the last 20 years is to enjoy the money you've made.
In conclusion, I'd say that I believe in time, and just as every individual have their differences, so does everyone have their different timeframe. Just put in the hard work and be ready to take advantage of the opportunity when it comes.
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I remember in my younger days when I used to sit with mum in the kitchen. After she finished spraying the seasoning in the soup, she'd put her fingers in my mouth to lick π... Believe me I enjoy it more than the main soup sef. Anytime mom forget to give me maggi lick, it would be world war 3. π I go cry till my food cold